Grey Hairs Poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva

Grey Hairs

Rating: 2.9

These are ashes of treasures:
Of hurt and loss.
These are ashes in face of which
Granite is dross.
Dove, naked and brilliant,
It has no mate.
Solomon's ashes
Over vanity that's great.
Time's menacing chalkmark,
Not to be overthrown.
Means God knocks at the door
-- Once the house has burned down!
Not choked yet by refuse,
Days' and dreams' conqueror.
Like a thunderbolt -- Spirit
Of early grey hair.
It's not you who've betrayed me
On the home front, years.
This grey is the triumph
Of immortal powers.


grey is worth for life experiences and symbol of aging process. The poet taken the subject with perfect beauty and awareness and it is so much glad to read.

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Pamela Sinicrope 03 September 2015

Grey is powerful!

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Edward Kofi Louis 15 January 2017

Ashes of treasures. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 15 January 2017

visible moment's that show life's sorrow, painted grey?

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Sylvaonyema Uba 15 January 2017

Dove, naked and brilliant. Grey is beautifully golden. It is full of wisdom and shared experience. Well done! Sylva-Onyema Uba.

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M Asim Nehal 06 September 2020

This is wonderful poem on aging.10

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Bernard F. Asuncion 15 January 2017

Awesome poem........ thanks for sharing.....

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Gajanan Mishra 15 January 2017

it's not you who have betrayed me.

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Rajnish Manga 15 January 2017

It is a wonderful commentary on life which has its own share ups and downs and changes. Means God knocks at the door - Once the house has burned down!

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Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan 15 January 2017

A beautiful poem Marina.Congratulations on being member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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